<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:43:12.359+09:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Strangers at First Sight; in Love Forever:.</title><subtitle type='html'>Never far away from being misunderstood, I just wish to do my best for her and hope that, somewhere, somehow, there will be a guiding light to show us the way to an eternal love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-113947317613430975</id><published>2006-02-09T17:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:17:25.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three years has passed since my last blog. Over the past three years, things have changed so much. It seems that things might change again. For the better, I hope.I am now working in Seoul, Korea. The only reason why I am here is cos my fiancee is Korean. She is a fine, loving and caring lady. Truly blessed to have met her. She is everything that I have ever hoped for, and for that, I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/113947317613430975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=113947317613430975' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/113947317613430975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/113947317613430975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2006/02/three-years-has-passed-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-106375979270715932</id><published>2003-09-17T09:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T09:49:52.560+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We learn through pain until we evolve to learn through joy."- The teachings of Buddha*My parents are gonna be official Buddhists soon, if there is such a title. I am very glad for them. Personally, they have always been a focal point in my life, and their love for each other has been an inspiration. No marriage is perfect, but they have weathered the storms and lived a blissful, married life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/106375979270715932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=106375979270715932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106375979270715932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106375979270715932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/09/we-learn-through-pain-until-we-evolve.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-106241395908685391</id><published>2003-09-01T19:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T19:59:18.920+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There are people who laugh to show their fine teeth; and there are those who cry to show their good hearts."- Joseph Roux*Read my dear fren's blog today. Just learnt that she has been experiencing some rough patch over the past week. Hope she will cheer up a little after her dental tomorrow. The quote is dedicated to her. You know who you are.It's the official start of spring today, and to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/106241395908685391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=106241395908685391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106241395908685391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106241395908685391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/09/there-are-people-who-laugh-to-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-106137900628816418</id><published>2003-08-20T20:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T20:30:06.270+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it."- Mary Wilson Little*Heh. I've been damn lazy with the bLoG, as you would have noticed by now. Haha. Sometimes, I have a lot of things to say, but I am either in uni, or even in Sydney! Haha. Welcome to my world (smile).Anyway, I will be going back to Singapore this coming Sunday. I am going back</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/106137900628816418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=106137900628816418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106137900628816418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106137900628816418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/08/there-is-no-pleasure-in-having-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-106068435155971684</id><published>2003-08-12T19:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T19:32:31.566+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Education is not a preparation for life; Education is life itself."- Elbert Hubbard*A moment of inspiration emerged in, of all places, the bathroom. I was taking my shower, and I looked down at...the red/blue taps. It was then that I suddenly had a thought. A brief moment of inspiration.Having relationships or friendships is like taking a shower. There is the red tap that symbolises red, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/106068435155971684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=106068435155971684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106068435155971684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106068435155971684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/08/education-is-not-preparation-for-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-106021918640961508</id><published>2003-08-07T10:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T10:19:46.470+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The hammer shatters glass but forges steel."- Russian Proverb*Looks like Chelsea has been forging steel lately, signing the likes of Joe Cole, Juan Sebastian Veron, Glen Johnson, Damien Duff, Geremi, and Wayne Bridge. Do they all translate to instant success? Only time will tell. Unleash the critics next week, as the new EPL season begins!There is this new Singapore gal in my class. She's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/106021918640961508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=106021918640961508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106021918640961508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/106021918640961508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/08/hammer-shatters-glass-but-forges-steel.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105972708723462058</id><published>2003-08-01T17:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T17:38:07.200+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Hmm...come to think of it, I've not played football at all for the whole of last semester. Slack. It's also partly due to the fact that I'm a weak player. Then again, it's also due to the notion that I can only play at left-back. Wot crap! I would prefer to play in the left midfield position, but who am I to disagree with the dominance of certain players in the squad. Oh no, not me..First week</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105972708723462058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105972708723462058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105972708723462058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105972708723462058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105965456695414979</id><published>2003-07-31T21:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T21:29:26.970+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."- Aldous Huxley (1894 - 1963)*Wanna share a song with you. It's actually a Stevie Wonder song, but the cover version by a Korean singer, Sung Si Kyung, is much better. The name of the song? Lately."Lately, I have had the strangest feelingWith no vivid reason here to findYet the thought of losing you's been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105965456695414979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105965456695414979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105965456695414979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105965456695414979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/07/after-silence-that-which-comes-nearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105965409215486600</id><published>2003-07-31T21:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T21:21:32.176+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Try as hard as we may for perfection, the net result of our labors is an amazing variety of imperfectness. We are surprised at our own versatility in being able to fail in so many different ways."- Samuel McChord Crothers*You can plan your life all you want, but there will always be certain things that shape your life one way or another. I guess that is prety much happening to me now. I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105965409215486600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105965409215486600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105965409215486600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105965409215486600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/07/try-as-hard-as-we-may-for-perfection.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105946340547625568</id><published>2003-07-29T16:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T16:23:25.510+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."- Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900), "On Reading and Writing"*I have not blogged for a long time. I've just attended my first lecture of my final semester. I just arrived back from a trip to Sydney and Melbourne last night. I'm in love.Yeah. I have a special someone in my life. Met her in Sydney, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105946340547625568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105946340547625568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105946340547625568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105946340547625568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/07/there-is-always-some-madness-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105788532027669999</id><published>2003-07-11T10:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T10:02:00.300+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are."- Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956)*Back. So I took longer than expected. I have no regrets wotsoever. It's been one helluva trip, and it's been extremely rewarding for me. I shan't dwell too much into details at the moment. I can tell you this: Snowboarding rocks!How have you been? Good, I hope. Anyway, we went to Mt. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105788532027669999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105788532027669999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105788532027669999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105788532027669999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/07/because-things-are-way-they-are-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105678925623991106</id><published>2003-06-28T17:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T17:34:16.190+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The longest journey is the journey inward."- Dag Hammarskjold*This is an important announcement. I will not be updating my bLoG from 29th June 2003 till 6th July 2003 as I will be away for my backpacking trip. Meanwhile,	check my TagBoard if you are even minutely interested in my progress. Haha. I know my fans will be disappointed at my absence, but I assure you, I will be recharged when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105678925623991106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105678925623991106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105678925623991106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105678925623991106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/longest-journey-is-journey-inward.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105678812233633794</id><published>2003-06-28T17:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T17:15:22.373+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Whoso neglects learning in his youth, Loses the past and is dead for the future."- Euripides (484 BC - 406 BC), Phrixus*I've kinda packed my stuff for the trip. I'm going to Sydney first via train, then to Melbourne via bus, and finally take a flight back to Brisbane. Let's see, 15 hours to Sydney, 12 hours to Melbourne, and two hours back to Brissie. Talk about maximising our options.While</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105678812233633794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105678812233633794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105678812233633794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105678812233633794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/whoso-neglects-learning-in-his-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105669452992547485</id><published>2003-06-27T15:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T15:15:29.946+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."- Chinese Proverb*It's over. I'm freeeee...as a bird. Yup. My exams are over. No more for this sem. Zilch.So many things to say, so many things to catch up on. Where do I even start? I'm going to pack up my table and rid myself of the notes. I'm going to start packing my bags for the snowboarding trip. I'm going to the gym to build up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105669452992547485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105669452992547485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105669452992547485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105669452992547485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/journey-of-thousand-miles-begins-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105669399924260717</id><published>2003-06-27T15:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T15:06:39.270+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the Day"insouciant \in-SOO-see-uhnt\, adjective:1. Marked by lighthearted unconcern or indifference; carefree; nonchalant." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105669399924260717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105669399924260717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105669399924260717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105669399924260717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/word-of-day-insouciant-in-soo-see-uhnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105654481815265183</id><published>2003-06-25T21:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T21:40:18.140+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Finding Nemo Character are You?brought to you by Quizilla	*Hmm...pretty interesting. The cup is half-filled with water (read: half-empty), and my brain has room for improvement (read: empty)! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105654481815265183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105654481815265183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105654481815265183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105654481815265183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/what-finding-nemo-character-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105650745948843529</id><published>2003-06-25T11:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T11:17:39.536+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use."- Galileo Galilei"The more the fruits of knowledge become accessible to men, the more widespread is the decline of religious belief."- Sigmund Freud, The Future of an Illusion (1927)*I'm not here to denounce religion. I'm utterly incapable of doing so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105650745948843529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105650745948843529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105650745948843529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105650745948843529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-do-not-feel-obliged-to-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105641492917969202</id><published>2003-06-24T09:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T09:35:29.233+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In times of prosperity friends will be plenty, in times of adversity not one in twenty."- English Proverb*Are you close to your cousins? I am, especially with two little boys in my family. They are the 24-year-old Aloysius and soon-to-be 22-year-old Benjamin. Both brothers, tho' they are uniquely different to each other. Thank goodness. Haha..Aloy is an ARSEnal fan, and he makes no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105641492917969202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105641492917969202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105641492917969202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105641492917969202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/in-times-of-prosperity-friends-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105633379644308114</id><published>2003-06-23T11:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T11:03:16.380+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Facts are facts and will not disappear on account of your likes."- Jawaharlal Nehru (1889 - 1964)*I'm now officially known as a schizoid. Haha. Do try that quiz. It's just for fun. Dun have to take it as seriously as you take your astrology columns. Heh. Anyway, since I am at the topic of schizophrenia, might as well clarify some facts and myths.Schizophrenia does NOT mean a person has a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105633379644308114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105633379644308114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105633379644308114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105633379644308114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/facts-are-facts-and-will-not-disappear.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105629362616011673</id><published>2003-06-22T23:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T23:53:46.016+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Haha! Isn't this fun?! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105629362616011673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105629362616011673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105629362616011673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105629362616011673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/haha-isnt-this-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105625496887269734</id><published>2003-06-22T13:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T13:09:28.946+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."- Mahatma Gandhi (1869 - 1948)"Whatever is begun in anger ends in shame."- Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)*It's tough trying to forgive someone, especially when that particular person has been integral in your life. Having said that, I believe that one should forgive, but not forget the pain and hurt inflicted by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105625496887269734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105625496887269734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105625496887269734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105625496887269734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/weak-can-never-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105618043870393497</id><published>2003-06-21T16:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T16:27:18.680+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth - not going all the way, and not starting."- Buddha*Had my Statistics paper today, and once again, it has proven to be my Achilles Heel. All I hope for is a pass in this subject, and I wun have to face it ever again. At least not in uni. I think I can pass..well, I hope..hmm..I pray..err...Every now and then, we will face a point </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105618043870393497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105618043870393497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105618043870393497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105618043870393497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/there-are-two-mistakes-one-can-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105607179427936668</id><published>2003-06-20T10:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T10:16:34.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"He who is outside his door already has a hard part of his journey behind him."- Dutch Proverb"He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever."- Chinese Proverb*It's gonna be the end of the semester, and suddenly, the prospect of going home seems not so distant. I still remember how I first embarked on my journey; having breakfast at Changi Airport </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105607179427936668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105607179427936668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105607179427936668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105607179427936668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/he-who-is-outside-his-door-already-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105602882909485271</id><published>2003-06-19T22:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T22:20:29.146+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Live neither in the past nor in the future, but let each day's work absorb your entire energies, and satisfy your widest ambition."- Sir William Osler (1849 - 1919), to his students*I have to admit that I do think a lot of past events, especially those that have shaped my life significantly. I wun go into details, but one such event has surfaced in my mind for quite a while, and I feel a need</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105602882909485271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105602882909485271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105602882909485271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105602882909485271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/live-neither-in-past-nor-in-future-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105599141553721737</id><published>2003-06-19T11:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T11:56:55.480+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A wise person does at once, what a fool does at last. Both do the same thing; only at different times."- John Dalberg Acton*Think I have wasted enough time. Time to hit the books for my Statistics paper. Scary, how I can waste my time on literally nothing. On a brighter note, had a good chat with my previous housemate, Edy, this morning via ICQ. Credit to him for having a keen eye over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105599141553721737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105599141553721737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105599141553721737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105599141553721737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/wise-person-does-at-once-what-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105593402006520407</id><published>2003-06-18T20:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T20:00:19.240+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give."- George Macdonald*It's been a bittersweet day for me. I'm happie-pappie for my best gal fren, MadDuck, as she has left for home for her hols. It's been a long semester for her, and I'm sure she misses her family and frens. I feel that I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105593402006520407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105593402006520407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105593402006520407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105593402006520407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/if-instead-of-gem-or-even-flower-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105581574801317996</id><published>2003-06-17T11:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T11:09:08.003+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you."- Spanish Proverb"The measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out."- Thomas B. Macaulay*There is this guy that I know of, here in Oz, that gossips about me. He knows who he is, tho' I'm pretty sure he will deny it. I have no idea as to why he likes to put me down in front of our frens (behind my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105581574801317996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105581574801317996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105581574801317996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105581574801317996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/whoever-gossips-to-you-will-gossip.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105575502804362772</id><published>2003-06-16T18:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T18:17:08.086+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Who has seen the wind? / Neither you nor I: / But when the trees bow down their heads. / The wind is passing by."- Christina Rossetti*It was my first paper today, but I tend not to talk about my exams after I'm through with them. Hence, I shall share with you my stupidity from this morning in relation to the winter in Oz.I had an 8am exam today (Singapore Time, 6am). There I was, up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105575502804362772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105575502804362772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105575502804362772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105575502804362772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/who-has-seen-wind-neither-you-nor-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105564420557820809</id><published>2003-06-15T11:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T11:30:05.576+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Anyone who eats three meals a day should understand why cookbooks outsell sex books three to one."- L. M. Boyd*Just thot that this is an interesting quote. Haha. Somehow, this quote reminds me of Ms Shuddup Can. Oh, she has a new nickname to her repertoire, but it's deemed too adult to be placed on my bLoG. Let's just say it rhymes with her knack to test people's tickles, and that she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105564420557820809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105564420557820809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105564420557820809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105564420557820809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/anyone-who-eats-three-meals-day-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105558768234844138</id><published>2003-06-14T19:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T19:48:02.350+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies."- John Lennon*That verse is taken from a Beatle's song, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. Apparently, the song was written when the Fab Four were high on drugs, particularly LSD (note that the title of the song abbreviates into LSD). So Ed, how true is that?Anyway, I'm doing revision on biological psychology now, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105558768234844138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105558768234844138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105558768234844138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105558768234844138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/picture-yourself-in-boat-on-river-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105558762090833304</id><published>2003-06-14T19:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T19:47:00.903+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the Day"gnomic \NOH-mik\, adjective:1. Uttering, containing, or characterized by maxims; wise and pithy." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105558762090833304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105558762090833304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105558762090833304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105558762090833304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/word-of-day-gnomic-noh-mik-adjective-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105538398750425937</id><published>2003-06-12T11:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T11:13:07.470+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Let each man search his conscience and search his speeches."- Sir Winston Churchill, Extract from "This is their finest hour", June 18, 1940"In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)*From politicians to the directors of multi-national companies; from the principals to the students, and from the parents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105538398750425937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105538398750425937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105538398750425937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105538398750425937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/let-each-man-search-his-conscience-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105533762763190144</id><published>2003-06-11T22:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T22:20:27.666+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Advice is least heeded when most needed."- English Proverb*Not sure why I posted the quote. There have been times when I recall my parents and frens offering advices to improve my life, but somehow, I guess the Taurus in me just stubbornly refused to heed them. Maybe it's 'cos I believe in learning from mistakes. Yet, when I offer advice to frens, I insist that they heed them or I will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105533762763190144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105533762763190144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105533762763190144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105533762763190144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/advice-is-least-heeded-when-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105522979371717240</id><published>2003-06-10T16:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T16:29:25.136+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted."- John Lennon*Was in the uni lab to print my essay, only to realise I forgot to bring my floppy. Moron!On the bright side, I met my best gal fren, May. She was on the way to the gym. We chatted for a couple of hours, even tho' we should have spent the time preparing for our exams. No regrets, tho'. We always have nice chats. It's one of the moments </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105522979371717240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105522979371717240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105522979371717240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105522979371717240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/time-you-enjoy-wasting-was-not-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105516364596248722</id><published>2003-06-09T22:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T22:00:45.976+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty."- Ellen Sturgis Hooper (1816-1841)*It's Queen Elizabeth's birthday today, and hence it's a Public Holiday here in Oz. Not that most of us noticed, since we have been preparing for our exams.Had a brief chat with her on MSN, and we talked about Class 95. For my Aussie mates, Class 95 is a radio station in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105516364596248722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105516364596248722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105516364596248722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105516364596248722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-slept-and-dreamed-that-life-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105506123553284458</id><published>2003-06-08T17:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T17:33:55.430+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm a simple man. All I want is enough sleep for two normal men, enough whiskey for three, and enough women for four."- Joel Rosenberg, 'The Warrior Lives'*It's winter, and one of my housemates just awoke from his hibernation. That's rite, he has been sleeping for about 15 hours straight. Haha. This kind of sleep is definitely a luxury here, especially when exams are looming large. After </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105506123553284458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105506123553284458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105506123553284458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105506123553284458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/im-simple-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105495202561555397</id><published>2003-06-07T11:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T11:13:45.566+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the Day"alpenglow \AL-puhn-gloh\, noun:1. A reddish glow seen near sunset or sunrise on the summits of mountains." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105495202561555397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105495202561555397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105495202561555397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105495202561555397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/word-of-day-alpenglow-al-puhn-gloh.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105495195556707335</id><published>2003-06-07T11:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T11:12:35.523+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Beware of small expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship."- Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)*So the Great Singapore Sale has been going on for about a week. I've read from reports that some Singaporeans have waited a zillion years for this year's sale, considering the extremely bleak economic outlook over the past year. Sure, it's a steal to get a few pillows @ S$20+ each, when each may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105495195556707335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105495195556707335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105495195556707335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105495195556707335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/beware-of-small-expenses-small-leak.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105482758429820951</id><published>2003-06-06T00:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T00:39:44.323+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"One's Sister is a part of one's essential self, an eternal presence of one's heart and soul and memory."- Susan Cabill*I just learnt that my sister has graduated from Cornell University. If you dun know where Cornell is, or its reputation, then you ought to shoot yourself in your temple. Haha. It's in the Ivy League of top universities in the U.S. of A. Definitely top material to be enrolled,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105482758429820951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105482758429820951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105482758429820951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105482758429820951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/ones-sister-is-part-of-ones-essential.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105480400143830212</id><published>2003-06-05T18:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T18:06:42.053+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If I have seen farther, it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants."- Sir Isaac Newton*Make no mistake, this is the original quote oh. Not the one by Albert Einstein, and definitely not the one from the Oasis album. Haha. It's history tho', is a tad unglamorous, stemming from Newton's fierce rivalry with a certain Robert Hooke.Robert Hooke was an elder counterpart of Newton, but his works</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105480400143830212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105480400143830212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105480400143830212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105480400143830212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/if-i-have-seen-farther-it-is-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105472587531381979</id><published>2003-06-04T20:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T20:24:34.720+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye."- H. Jackson Brown, Jr."Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great."- Comte DeBussy-Rabutin*A few frens have asked me why I dun have a gf at present (well, maybe a couple of frens...maybe one. Hmmm...does anyone actually count?). ANYWAY, while I may claim that I'm not interested in having</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105472587531381979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105472587531381979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105472587531381979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105472587531381979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/sometimes-heart-sees-what-is-invisible.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105463942515031202</id><published>2003-06-03T20:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T20:24:50.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Qn: What makes a nation?Ans: The brains to rule, but first the hearts to serve."- Geo. Essex Evans, Queensland University Congress, 1906*These were the words extracted from the Inaugural Lines of the University of Queensland. Powerful words, no? I chanced upon the quote while reading the historical facts of UQ. Reminds me of what former U.S. President John F. Kennedy once said:"Think not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105463942515031202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105463942515031202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105463942515031202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105463942515031202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/qn-what-makes-nation-ans-brains-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105455204769732601</id><published>2003-06-02T20:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T20:07:28.026+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family lore can be a bore, but only when you are hearing it, never when you are relating it to the ones who will be carrying it on for you.- Frank Pittman, U.S. Psychiatrist and family therapist*This is a little tribute to my parents (I sense tissues filling the room. Heh). I've always felt that I have excellent parents. One of the best, in fact. I'm pretty sure they have suffered heaps for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105455204769732601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105455204769732601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105455204769732601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105455204769732601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/family-lore-can-be-bore-but-only-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105445409462099488</id><published>2003-06-01T16:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T16:54:54.650+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"640K ought to be enough for anybody."- Bill Gates, Microsoft Founder, in 1981"The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost."-William Carlos Williams*Times flies, and humans age. We must all move on in life. Someday, the things we invent will be deemed obsolete by newer, sophisticated technology. We humans will also be replaced by our offsprings. We should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105445409462099488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105445409462099488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105445409462099488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105445409462099488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/640k-ought-to-be-enough-for-anybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105444058033063242</id><published>2003-06-01T13:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T13:30:43.843+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Experience is the name that everyone gives to their mistakes."- Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)"You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time."- Abraham Lincoln*Over the course of two days, I've finally managed to make corrections to my HTML and Javascripts. At times, the task was so overwhelming that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105444058033063242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105444058033063242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105444058033063242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105444058033063242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/06/experience-is-name-that-everyone-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105436822113004761</id><published>2003-05-31T17:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T17:07:39.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The mind of a bigot is like the pupil of the eye. The more light you shine on it, the more it will contract."- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841-1935)*Haha. How apt it is to describe myself. I think this is a wonderful quote. It is extremely sarcastic, yet I can't help but laugh at its subtlety. Anyway, since I'm at the topic of sarcasm, there are a couple of Aussie terms that demean both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105436822113004761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105436822113004761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105436822113004761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105436822113004761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/05/mind-of-bigot-is-like-pupil-of-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105432285490577868</id><published>2003-05-31T04:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T04:29:57.463+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It is in self-limitation that a master first shows himself."- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)*I tried editing the JavaScript and HTML for my bLoG. Admittedly, I ain't an IT genius. Somehow, I bumped my way thru' and succeeded in re-formatting the layout of the bLoG. I can honestly say that I feel proud of myself, even tho' this is just a minor event. Haha.Yet, in a way, this has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105432285490577868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105432285490577868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105432285490577868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105432285490577868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/05/it-is-in-self-limitation-that-master.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105427909720040417</id><published>2003-05-30T16:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T18:26:01.090+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A shady business never sees a sunny life." - William Forbes*My housemate, Win, requested for this quote to be posted. In his own words, if you want a shade in life, you gotta work hard under the sun ah! Heh, wise words from an IT student who does last minute work...how ironic.My other housemate, Jasper, is currently playing some John Mayer and Lisa Loeb songs. Think we shall call him John </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105427909720040417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105427909720040417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105427909720040417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105427909720040417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/05/shady-business-never-sees-sunny-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438301.post-105427616539952637</id><published>2003-05-30T15:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T16:12:11.420+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words."- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)*This is just a little attempt to post some personal insight into our everyday lives; well, at least my everyday life. As I unabashedly attempt to showcase my dexterity, I have chosen a quote from Mr von Goethe to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/feeds/105427616539952637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5438301&amp;postID=105427616539952637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105427616539952637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438301/posts/default/105427616539952637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppycock18.blogspot.com/2003/05/one-ought-every-day-at-least-to-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Stupidjer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/9760/640/Blog%20Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
